Novels by sylvette

Tania’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, fingers curling in the sheets, staring at the ceiling like it had the answers. It didn’t. I had to think. Not the messy, crying kind of thinking I’d done before, but the sort that moved things forward. That got results. That made West stop being so annoyingly calm and finally agree to help me get what I wanted.The only way I saw it working was if I could make him want me. Not in the casual way most wolves drooled over scent and heat. I needed him to choose me, to actually care. The thought made my stomach twist. I’d spent so long thinking revenge was a straight path, a checklist, a plan. Now it felt more like a chess game where half the pieces were invisible, and the king had a damn mind of his own.I ran a hand through my hair. My wolf. That was the key. If I couldn’t get my wolf fully back, I’d never be enough. I’d never be enough for West.Marcus had been helping, quietly, like always. Not the type to fuss, but I could tell he cared. He ke

Tania’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the smell of antiseptic again. I hated that smell. It clung to me like guilt. Every breath reminded me of everything I’d lost; my job, my wolves, my baby, my husband, my damn mind.I pushed the blanket off and sat up. My chest hurt, but I didn’t care. I wanted air, not pity.The door opened before I could swing my legs down. West walked in with his usual face; flat, unreadable, like he didn’t even bother pretending to have moods. Dr Marcus followed, holding a clipboard and looking more human about it.“You should be resting,” Marcus said.“I’ve rested enough,” I said. “If I lie down any longer, I’ll grow moss.”West didn’t smile, but his eyes moved, the tiniest flicker. *Still too stubborn to die. That’s something.* West“I’m fine,” I added. “I can walk.”Marcus sighed. “You fainted twice last night. That’s not fine.”“I fainted because you keep giving me rabbit food,” I muttered. “I’m not a bunny.”West’s voice came, low and calm. “Eat. Reco

Tania’s POVI shouldn’t have let her run. Every alarm bell in my head screamed stay away, but my body betrayed me. My daughter’s scream “Mommy!” pulled me forward like I was some hero.She barreled across the room, little sneakers thumping, hair flying. I opened my arms, waiting for her to leap into them. But instead, she ran straight into Kella.Kella; my husband’s ex, his secretary, my daughter’s favorite person. She had somehow become my friend too. I’d ignored her past and clung to her, thinking she could teach me to be a better wife, maybe even help me earn Damian’s love.But when I saw Amara hugging her, the truth hit hard. My daughter was in the arms of my enemy.“Amara, no! Get off her!” I shouted. The maid jumped. Kella just looked up, smirking.“Oh, hi, Tania,” she said sweetly, like I was interrupting her peace.I didn’t think. I went for my baby. But when Damian walked in and Kella kissed his jaw, I snapped. I grabbed her hair and yanked hard. “What the hell are you doing

Tania's POV “Fuck you're tight. On budget of course.” I whispered as I did my monthly budget and I realised it'd be to my best interest if I died. It had been 3 years since I went outside after my rapist boyfriend died. Did I mention I was in jail for murder too? And anyways fast forwards to 10 years later, I just got diagnosed with a killer disease.Unlike others this didn't eat the brain, liver or other parts. This disease ate me.My brain decides when I’m me and when I’m someone else, and sometimes I might do things I don’t even remember. My doctor called it Cognitive Identity Regression Disorder CIRD for short. Fancy name, right? Sounds like something they’d make into a Netflix drama and kill the lead in episode three.Dr. Harlow sat across from me, tie too bright, hair slightly mussed like he’d had a bad fight with his comb. He had that “I’m sorry to tell you, but I really am about to ruin your life” look down to a science.“Tania,” he started, voice calm but heavy, “the conditio

Skylar's POV “Why don’t you want to kiss me?” Jordan asked, quiet like he was asking for something small but it felt big.My mouth went dry. I should have lied. I should have said something easy. Instead, the truth left my lips before I could stop it.“Because I love Ryder,” I said. I said it like it was a fact, not a confession.Jordan didn’t snap. He wasn’t the dramatic type. He just blinked and sounded tired when he said, “You really mean that?”I nodded. “Yes.”He stayed with me a long second, holding my hand. Then he said, softer, “Just once. Let me show you.”My head had a million small alarms. Every training rule I’d learned burned bright in my mind. Don’t trust too fast. Don’t give them chances to hurt you. But his voice was patient and something in me cracked. I leaned in. We kissed.It was quick. It felt wrong and right at the same time. When we pulled back, my chest felt full and empty at once. And then I wanted to confirm it and leaned in for another kiss, his lips were s

Skykar's POV I shouldn’t have been running. That’s the first thing. I was supposed to be at the nursing tent, alert, making sure no one broke a leg or got knocked out by a puck, but then I saw her. Malia. Smiling at Ryder. Touching his shoulder, wiping sweat off his forehead, all this careful attention that made me want to punch something. Preferably her, but I wasn’t above the occasional table flip either.“Sky! Move!” Mila’s voice rang out like someone had just threatened her favorite reality show. I ignored her, of course, because priorities…yurpI ran. Not a graceful run though. The field was chaos–girls fluttering around, trying to look attractive to Jordan Brick, Ryder, Liam and a lot more, who were walking past like none of them existed. Then Jordan came into focus.He didn’t strut or preen or act like he knew he was the center of attention. He just walked calmly.And he walked straight to me.“Here,” he said, taking the cloth I had in my hand and wiping his sweat with it.I f

Skykar's POV I was trying to eat breakfast without dying of embarrassment, which was harder than it sounded when Mila was beside me grinning like a hyena who’d just spotted a particularly tasty rabbit. She didn’t even try to hide it.“You’re a mess,” she said, stabbing a piece of toast like it had personally offended her. “Your hair, your face… honestly, you’re lucky you don’t look like a crime scene.”I shot her a look that should’ve killed, but she just laughed. Typical Mila. She could reduce you to a pile of self-conscious rubble and somehow make it feel like a compliment.“I’m not a mess,” I said, but my voice lacked conviction. I pushed my scrambled eggs around my plate like they were secrets I didn’t want to share.“You were crying yesterday,” she said, bold as ever, chewing slowly. “ Big, ugly, weeping mess. And no one saw except me, which, congratulations, you’ve officially ruined the universe with your dramatic self-pity.”I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. I didn’t know whe

Ryder’s POVShe left before I could even breathe her name.Sky.Her figure moved like she was running from something she couldn’t bear to remember, definitely me. Her hair caught the light, her steps quick, sharp, determined. It hurt to watch.“Sky wait!” I called, but my voice cracked like it was never meant to reach her.Nothing.You never really value something until it’s gone. People always say that, and it sounds cliché until it’s your turn until the person you took for granted decides they’re done waiting for you to change.And Sky? She was like a breeze light, human, alive in all the ways I wasn’t. I’d spent so long pretending she didn’t matter, only to realize she’d written herself into every quiet part of me.Then Malia showed up.Out of nowhere, like bad timing personified. Smirk on her face, perfume like poison. “You’re not going anywhere,” she said, and before I could blink, she kissed me.Her lips came fast onto mine. It wasn’t soft, or real, or anything close to Sky. It

Skykar's POV I woke up slowly, half-blind from the sunlight streaming in through Ryder’s curtains. My head was pounding in the way it only does when you’re not hungover but somehow still questioning every life choice you’ve ever made. And then I saw him.Ryder was standing by the door, arms crossed, just staring. Not doing anything else. Just looking. Like I was a painting he couldn’t stop staring at.“You’re… really pretty,” he said, quiet. No smirk. Just… quiet.I froze. First, because hello, that’s the kind of thing you don’t wake up to. Second, because wow, that’s terrifyingly personal. And third, because my brain refused to process whether he meant it as a compliment or a prelude to whatever trouble he had planned for the day.“Uh… thanks?” I croaked, sitting up, blanket twisting around me like it had a mind of its own.“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head. His hair was still messy in that ‘I didn’t try but somehow look perfect’ way. I decided that even the universe was mockin

Skykar's POV Fake girlfriend here and I seriously think the poison messed with my head too cuz I can't believe I'm doing this, I think to myself as I stare at Ryder's hard cock. It's throbbing and red, and I can't help but feel a twinge of desire in my own pants. I know I promised myself I wouldn't give in to my desires, but Ryder's dick is just too tempting."What's wrong, Skylar?" Ryder asks, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "My little girl you look like you're in more pain down there than me, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk .""I am," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want you so bad, but I can't give you what you want.""You can," Ryder says, stepping closer to me. "You can give me your mouth."I hesitate for a moment, but the temptation is too strong. I drop to my knees in front of him, taking his cock in my hand and guiding it into my mouth. I hear Ryder let out a low moan as I start to suck, my lips wrapping tightly around his shaft. You know I think I was born for t